The last long term relationship I had started in the spring of 2004 (lasted 2.5 years; it's been all meaningless flings and debauchery since, but I digress). We met and fell for each other while the Flames enjoyed their marvellous Cup run that year. It was a magical spring - as many of you may recall - and this poor girl quickly became synonymous with it. Thus, it was all downhill from there, even in my numerous attempts to assimilate her with other sporting successes in the interim. Things suffered especially with a lockout season for the NHL - and the next spring, no playoffs at all (our sex life then was tragic) - and then a merciless defeat by the Ducks the next spring, and even worse trouncing by the Wings the spring after that. She was a great girl, but in my head she could never live up to the spring of 2004.
So the message here is, keep your sports and your girls (or boys, if you're a girl, or gay) seperate. They are, after all, seperate loves.
(This thread=wayyy derailed)
|